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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 14 june 2016

Matrix

He said creating a will 
to become whole Being, 
was more important. Spacing of thoughts 
can wait. Fear was there 
all the time. 
 
Life had been loaned on a timeless impermanence, 
an in-between death and death 
Light was being and dark was being. 
There was no god, no icon 
only shades. 
 
Castaway on a lonely stretch, 
you tune in to the rising pitch of cuckoo. 
It stops for a while. A deliberate pause. 
Again more resolutely it rises 
to measure the awakening! 
 
A soul caged in body wants to fly away, 
on an austere journey; solemn and relentless 
transcending the misprints of life. 
The matrix and it secret will be out 
after a short while!


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 13 june 2016

Tracks

Visibility was poor when he pursued 
the face, face of himself. 
The eyes, quizzical eyes, looking at the image 
of cogitating mind, who had left the body. 
 
Condemned to think, think ceaselessly 
for a long time, for the election of truth, 
what we deserve, Violence was within us, 
rage was ensconced 
in our veins. 
 
And we were destroying the beautiful dawn. 
Trials of shadows had begun 
and execution of innocent marvels started, 
which continued till the dark hour. 
Then he had the premonition. 
 
Dirt will prevail now. Coarse banners 
were recalling the candles 
from the homes. Future was collecting 
thousand of dark memories and time 
had stopped in its tracks.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 12 june 2016

Beyond You

Why do I always remember the time 
of departure? 
The parting maze of tears? 
I accept another day that will never be 
the same. 
I will carry the cadaver of sin, 
the crime of silence, amidst the dancing 
dunes. 
 
Who will go after the barbs of rays? 
Father, go slowly in the sea. 
I am closing the windows now, take 
care of the clock 
and potter’s wheel. 
The cruel age is harping on the new 
designs. 
 
My epilogue is short with love of 
death which does not go beyond you.
 


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George Krokos

George Krokos, 11 june 2016

Simple Observation 135 - To keep God in mind.....

To keep God in mind when less than a thought’s distance away
is difficult for one to do when they’re forgetful of Him each day.
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George Krokos

George Krokos, 11 june 2016

Simple Observation 133 - The grace of God has to do with.....

The grace of God has to do with the descent of the Holy Spirit
and this in turn has some mystery or miracle associated with it.
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George Krokos

George Krokos, 11 june 2016

Quatrain 149 - It's said that 'beauty is in the eyes of the beholder' ....

It's said that 'beauty is in the eyes of the beholder' so do not let yourself be deceived,
the beauty in you can be seen reflected outside and is to be realised or else perceived.
One's attitudes are a good indication of the kind of life one has been going through,
thus all can make a radical change for the better if they realise the genuine need to.
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George Krokos

George Krokos, 11 june 2016

Talking About Reality

 
Under a blazing sun near the shade of a tree
we both stood there talking of reality.
It didn’t seem likely that we would ever stop
as the discussion held was over the top.
The topics we touched on were so often ignored
by all those who did not pretend to be bored.
 
First were the shackles of attachment and desire
that accounted always for much of hell’s fire.
Next were the feelings of jealousy, pride and lust
that caused all those afflicted to swell or bust.
The last three paved the way for both anger and greed
which were often blamed for many a low deed.
 
But the main culprit was a person’s ignorance
that keeps the light of knowledge at a distance.
We also mentioned those states of impurity
found in all those people who failed to see
the consequences of their thoughts, words and actions
which bring on so many dis-satisfactions.
 
Though it could be argued in favor of one’s birth
that each of us is subject to on this earth.
The result of which is what seeds we all have sown
in previous lives; Realized Ones make known.
This is referred to here as the wheel of karma
we’re all burdened with and reap like a farmer.
 
There were also those features of duality
that all things fall under in reality.
This is mostly known as the world of opposites
and our universe is made up of these bits.
Some examples we mentioned were so obvious
as one’s ignorance and knowledge were to us.
 
Which brought us to the company we all do keep
that many don’t ever recognize and sleep
with strange bedfellows we could really do without
meaning those things we accumulate about.
The things we need the most are not all that we get
and those who fall under this show some regret.
 
Then we broached the subject of one’s faith and belief
things that people go to such lengths for relief;
in their quest for happiness leave no stone unturned
usually depending on what they have learned.
Though it’s through experience people find the truth,
by self effort and grace, that’s hidden since youth.
 
Most of the people in the world only look outside
and miss the splendor that within them does hide.
When they get to pierce the darkness of closed eyes
and learn the technique that opens inner skies
they will see other worlds along with this one too
within a light that’s seen only by a few.
 
A person must be committed to the true path
shown by a Master who knows the aftermath.
Unless one happens to find it all by one's self
being rare indeed like jumping to top shelf.
There are so many paths and all do lead somewhere;
only those on the straight and narrow get there.
 
Then we began to talk about the Word of God
that sound of the Creator which may seem odd.
Although many people hold such radical views
about this and confuse it with what they choose.
The pulse of the universe is the sound of Om
the Word of the Creator it has sprung from.
 
That also includes some form of revelation
which can be vouchsafed to one for citation.
God is infinite and has limitless power,
which is rarely used or sent like a shower
down onto the earth at a particular time
when special people are born to us sublime.
 
We ended up by talking all about Pure Love;
a path that brings down the Divine from above.
As all those who practice it daily in their life
will know the Truth of It in the midst of strife.
It doesn’t matter what circumstances exist
at any such time; one just has to persist.
 
Glory be to God Who gives the highest wisdom
and by His Grace shows us the way to freedom.
God is so compassionate and all merciful
that with His Love everything is possible.
All glory and praise be to that Eternal Being
Who alone exists and hides from false seeing.
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Note: This poem goes with the graphic art titled "Under a Blazing Sun.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 11 june 2016

Bell’s Palsy

Recalling memories was difficult. 
I presume, today was not my day. 
Theme uprooted, I stood for the branches, 
the spirit, the truth, the roots. 
Do I see more than what was needed? 
 
Only eyes to eyes speak without words, sound, 
vision or reality. 
All the flowers have shed their petals. Now 
seeds are shining. I feel liberated. The 
faultline has defiled me. Bilingual insult. 
Time leaves the questions in air, suspended. 
You have to find the answers, yourself, in the 
debris of arguments. 
 
Bell’s palsy. Face, lips distorted, lids drooping, 
speech slurred, you clog 
the brain with help of anti-depressants, 
how many endings you have seen? 
 
I have not lit my dark cell, 
moonlight, mauls the window, 
jostles to enter 
hurts in my face!


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 10 june 2016

Like A Da Vinci

Come, become my mirror to read the backward. Script 
wards have failed me. 
The sea is turbulent 
and I am laying flowers at your feet. 
 
What was is your eyes 
unfathomable like a da Vinci? 
Hold my trembling hands 
I am going to dropp the gems. 
 
Nobody will agree with me 
there was a face on the wall. 
Bare as the night moon of October 
I have undone my beliefs. 
 
A loincloth was sufficient to hide the birth. 
Ceremony has begun to knead the lies. 
Use your death as the furnace of life 
where knives are sharpened to start the healing. 
A stranger has come as the guest of the house 
answers should not insult any question.
 


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Renato N. Mascardo

Renato N. Mascardo, 10 june 2016

new day


new day


with each new day i
meet you my dear old friend i
fall in love again//
 
renato
thursday 09 june 2016  


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